“I guess they’re having what you might call panic attacks. It’s an old place and smells a little musty. The hallways are sort of long and narrow. The exhibits are gory. The people are listening to some creepy, nasty stuff… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
Except I think it feels more like an empty stomach than a broken heart. An aching hollowness that food can't cure. You know. You've… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
My feeling about fiction, regardless of the genre, is that it is meant to be a representation of life. I want my books to… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
In my vast experience, I've found it always wiser to go along with female advice… First, you make them happy by doing what they… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
A few of my books, over the years, have been optioned for film. The subject matter of my books, however, is not exactly conducive… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting down through… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“My eyes are brown. So are my teeth. Just kidding about the teeth.” — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
I don't worry much about whether or not one of my stories contains elements of the supernatural. If I come up with what I… — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“Trapped inside the snotrag,” Keith said, “is a crumb of angel food trying to get out.” Lana” — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
“window. All the ruckus, of course, woke up everyone in the house. Lilly's room was right up there." She” — Richard Laymon Copy Share Image
